Somehow, he knew.
Chapter 15
Lord Vasil
Surely, I must be losing my edge, because the fact that there was an assassin in my fortress dungeon, one who was probably part of a much larger conspiracy to overthrow me, hardly registered when I had the prince, a willing captive, in my arms.
Sometime in the night I jolted awake in a panic from a nightmare that the assassin’s arrow had met its target, and I’d watched my handsome fae prince fall from the sky. I was comforted upon waking to find him entirely whole, warm, and snoring softly underneath me. Our lovemaking had confirmed all of my suspicions about the prince. He was my perfect complement–responsive, eager, and oh-so willing to obey with a stubborn streak that was as frustrating as it was alluring. Yes, the prince was a brat through and through, one who was easy to love.
Love.
Love?
No, I couldn’t love him. Imustn't.To fall for the prince would only end in heartache–my own–and I didn’t have it in me to grieve another loss should he choose to direct his affections elsewhere. Besides, this betrothal was only temporary.
I suppressed those tender yearnings and buried my face in his meaty pecs instead, inhaling his primal musk. My cock twitched with renewed interest where it was still nestled between his damp ass cheeks.Mine.My canines descended with a desire to claim him yet again, but I held off. The prince, blessed boy, slept soundly.
Slumber continued to elude me as I pondered the events from the day before–who might be trying to kill me this time. My cousin? One of the guilds? The fae queen from afar? My only certainty was that Cedrych had not been part of the plot. He’d proven himself twice over. First, by saving my life, and second, by heroically, if stupidly, running down the assassin. The archer was lucky my guards had reached him before me, for there was no telling what vengeful acts I may have committed in my fury at his attempt on Cedrych’s life.
Some reluctant part of me admired the prince’s bravery, however misguided, but a larger part had been absolutely irate. I’d brought him to my chambers with the intent to scold him in private, but had ended up bedding him instead, such were the charms of the fae prince. Now, with his warm bulk safely ensconced in my arms and arousing my cock to full turgidity, I had no regrets about the change of plans. It wasn’t only the physical pleasure that inspired my gratitude, though that had been nothing short of spectacular, it was his surprising tenderness.
And while his earthy, springtime scent saturated my senses, my thoughts returned to a singular obsession: having the prince underneath me. How easy it would be to slip back inside his velvet heat, but no, he needed rest. I’d made him come twice last night, and the second time had exhausted us both. I was the first man to be inside him, I thought warmly, and if anyone dared to lay a hand on him…
My thoughts returned to that archer. I might still lose my temper if I were to interrogate him. I’d never killed someone before, but the instinct was there.
The prince was turning me into a barbarian.
“Mmmm,” he murmured and pumped his hips in a way that suggested my advances would be welcome. My cock lengthened immediately, hard as elvish steel, and I prodded him ever so gently. His hole fluttered around me, suckling my tip like a hungry mouth. Last night I’d had to practically pry him open, but now the muscle was pliant, his opening as soft and warm as butter.
“M’lord,” Cedrych moaned again, seemingly caught in the twilight between slumber and wakefulness.
“I want to fuck you.” I said, making my intent known.
“Yessss,” he hissed.
Goddess, his body was a delight. A nice set of thick buttocks with each cheek a handful at least. He aroused the hedonist in me. My craving to eat his hole for breakfast warred with my desire to be inside him. I pushed back on his knees to spread his cheeks wide, admiring his pink, puffy hole as it twitched in the open air. I tugged at it with my thumb and a bit of pearly fluid dribbled out, his serum mixed with my spend, proof of last night’s claim.
He mumbled again, something nonsensical, and whined with impatience. The angle wasn’t ideal for what I had in mind, so I rolled him over so that he was lying flat on his stomach.
“Ready for me?” I asked, positioning myself with care.
“Mmmm,” he said with a wanton moan, jutting his ass out for more.
“Still tender?”
“A little,” he murmured. I shifted slightly, and he reached back to grab my hip to hold me there.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured him, as if I possibly could.
Rational thought abandoned me then as I pushed ever so slowly into his warm, slick hole, taking my time. He squirmed with impatience, trying to get me deeper faster, so I spread his thighs with my knees until his hips popped up at the perfect angle. I took hold of his strong arms and anchored him to the bedding with my body draped over his. My sleeping tiger awoke fully to find himself mounted from behind. I fucked into him slowly and with purpose, loving the skin-to-skin contact, the smell of his warm slumber spurring me into a sharp-toothed lust.
I slowed my rhythm and he bucked with impatience. “Faster,” he demanded.
“Who’s in charge here?”
“You are, my lord,” he said with a grumble.
“Do you like being on your hands and knees, Cedrych? Like an animal?”
